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 Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:12 pm
(Six years ago...)
"Why not!?" Amy demanded, trembling. Her face was red as an angry Charmeleon, and she had the temper to match. It was so unfair! "All my other friends, they're going to be trainers! Why can't I?"
"You're too young," Melissa answered solemnly, her half-lidded gaze set firmly upon the ten year old. "Just because you can become a trainer at ten doesn't mean you should. It isn't safe."
"Not if I have a Pokemon with me!" Amy retorted, sparkling blue eyes meeting a dull brown. "I'll be fine! I don't even want to battle, anyways! I just want to become a coordinator!"
"You're too young," Melissa replied firmly, brows furrowing. "The world out there isn't as forgiving and safe as you think! Some people use Pokemon for the wrong reasons, and they will hurt you!"
"You're just saying that because of Dad!" Amy shrieked, beyond reason. "Just because he went missing doesn't mean I will!" Melissa looked as though she had been slapped. Her breath hitched and Amy sniffled, not noticing the tears running down either of their faces.
"Yes," her mother answered in a level tone. "That's exactly why I'm saying that. Your father disappeared four years ago. That's exactly why I think the world isn't safe. And that's exactly why you aren't going to become a trainer yet."
Amy trembled, let out a single sob, and hurried to her room, making sure that she slammed her door extra hard.
(One week ago...)
"Do you have everything?" Melissa asked softly, the woman looming in her doorway as her daughter and her brand new Chikorita paced back and forth about the house.
"M'hm," the girl replied, finally deciding that she did indeed have everything. "I'm good to go!" Melissa did not answer. She merely stared into space, her aged features creasing once more in worry.
"P-promise you'll be safe?" she asked, her voice almost inaudible. Amy paused and looked in her mother's eyes. The same exact shade of blue as her father's, Melissa noticed with a knot in her throat. But they have such fire... she also noticed, and a little smile blossomed.
"I promise," Amy said in a firm tone, shouldering her bag and adjusting her glasses. "Flora here won't let me get hurt, right?" Flora nodded happily. "See? And I'm sure we'll run into Scarlet or Cyan soon... they should be starting around the same time as me."
Amy's mother merely nodded, her thin frame trembling. Amy gave her a brief hug before she headed outside, not really sure of what to say. Flora was happy to be out and about once more.
"She hasn't been the same," Amy told Flora quietly as they began to walk. "Not since he left... you know, I used to think that they just split up." She laughed a little, though the laugh was hollow. "But I know now."
"Chiko?" Flora asked, looking up at her trainer.
"Dad's in trouble," she said as a breeze drifted by. "We're going to find out what happened to him." There was an edge to her tone. "We're going to find him. I promise."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:19 pm
"Of course you don't know," Keegan replied jokingly as the two of them headed outside, though he sided and rolled his eyes at the bombardment of questions, as he'd expected them. "It's fine. No, I am not dizzy. No, I did not put a band-aid on it. Yes, I am okay enough to be up and walking around. And yes, it hurts. Wouldn't your head hurt if you smacked it on the floor and cut it open?" he asked, having answered every question with extremely over-enunciated responses. He glanced down at the girl, sighing a bit at the sight of her worried expression, and he figured the entire duration of their evening excursion would be riddled with "are you sure you're okay"s from Kasiya. He'd live with it though, as it sure beat going back to the Big Riddle Inn and attempting to sleep.
He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, enjoying the cooler night air. "So, what are your thoughts on tomorrow?" he asked, glancing at her every few steps or so. He figured a subject change would be nice, but other than their upcoming 'mission', he didn't really know what else to talk about.
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It was obvious that Beedrill was down for the count, and Bugsy didn't hesitate to recall it, looking up again in time to see Sam toss the Mankey a Pecha Berry, instantly curing its poisoning. He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest before shooting an unimpressed glare at Sam. "I distinctly remember stating no items," he said, emphasizing the last two words, and was quite clearly more annoyed by the fact that Sam had broken a rule set down at the beginning of the battle rather than him being down a Pokemon. This was indeed the case, as it only added to the youth's inferiority complex, and his harsh glare did not soften as he selected a second PokeBall. "Consider it a warning," he stated coldly as a rather happy and energetic Butterfree appeared on the field next.
The young Gym Leader didn't even bother to utter a command; he and the Butterfly Pokemon simply exchanged glances and nodded. Butterfree's carefree and happy expression suddenly changed to one of determination, and it let out a sharp growl. Its eyes began to glow with a violet aura and it gave a sharp flap of its wings, sending a powerful blast of psychic energy at the Fighting-type. That'll teach them to break MY rules, Bugsy thought with a devious smirk.
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Miharu felt a bit of relief at the sight of the Beedrill being recalled, though the moment Sam threw the berry to Miles she frowned, refraining from smacking herself in the forehead with her palm. One look at Bugsy told her that he was not impressed, and she sighed, shaking her head. Sam's lucky he didn't penalize her, she thought, now watching as the Butterfree unleashed a powerful Confusion on Miles. Or perhaps he is punishing her after all, in his own little way, she thought, wearing a slightly bemused smile. Bugsy was quite the trainer, and she couldn't help but wonder how hard it would be to earn his Hive Badge once he was older and had even more experience under his belt.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:42 pm
Keegan's overly emphasized answers did little to ease Kasiya's worry, but she forced another smile and nodded anyway, knowing that if she kept bugging him about his head it would only annoy and possibly anger him. And, after the Slateport incident, she never wanted to see Angry Keegan (or at the very least that level of Angry Keegan) ever again. The thought of it alone was enough to make her shiver and she drew her hoodie a little tighter around her before zipping it up.
"Tomorrow?" she asked, looking straight ahead of her as they walked. "Well, I'm a bit nervous," she admitted. "I mean, I'm sure we'll be fine and everything, but I can't help but worry. I don't want anyone to get hurt." She paused to look at the redhead, her gaze lingering on the cut concealed beneath his bangs. "Especially you, you know. 'Cause, well, I know how reckless you can be." She looked back at the ground, and sighed, knowing that like Mike, he'd brush off her worries and inform her that he'd be just fine.
Fine.
She was really starting to hate that word.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:42 pm
With Cindy in hand, Scarlet finally managed his way up the second floor of the tower. Climbing ladders to get places wasn’t really his thing, but he’d have plenty of time to relax later. With a sigh, he put his pokemon back at the ground.
She glanced around, looking for a stray bellsprout, because those were always super fun to fight. You’d tackle one, and they’d get all… Bendy. And they flop over like a wilted flower. And now that she could spit fire at things? Well, grass types would be so much more fun to play with. ... Except Flora. No setting Flora on fire. Cindy took a moment to stare at the wobbling beam in the center of the tower. “Quil.” Well, it’s about as stable as a bellsprout…
“No joke,” Scarlet muttered, wondering how the hell the thing hadn’t knocked over Sprout Tower yet.
“Beeeeeeellsprout.”
Cindy excitedly hopped up and down, looking for the source of the sound. By sheer force of luck, she skipped backward, tugging on her master’s pant leg. “Quil! Quil! Quil!” Help me find it! Please! Please!?
Scarlet, however, was busy staring at the rafters. More specifically, he was staring a line of liquid descending from the rafters, oozing down to Cindy’s previous position. “Hey, hey. Chill out for a sec,” he started, nodding toward the puddle. The clear liquid began bubbling as it turned a deep purple, an acrid black smoke rising up out of it. “… Woah.”
At that moment, slowly dropping down by an extendable vine, appeared a Bellsprout, beady black eyes peering at Cindy. It absentmindedly brought a leaf up to its mouth, wiping away acid-drool. “Beeeeeeellsprout.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:09 pm
Keegan had glanced back down at the little blonde again in time to catch her staring at the cut on his forehead, which he imagined she could still see quite clearly despite the fact that his hair was doing a tremendous job of obscuring it. "Me?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "I already told you that you don't have to worry about me. If there's anyone that needs worrying about, it's you. You're far more breakable than I am." He stopped walking, sticking his left hand in his coat pocket as another thought crossed his mind. He was still able to recall with perfect clarity how Mai had grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back so forcibly that the pressure had dislocated her shoulder - in fact, he could still hear the sickening pop echoing in his mind. Then, for no real good reason whatsoever he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the arm of her bad shoulder and gave it a twist, though he didn't use anywhere near the same amount of force or pressure the Rocket had. "Speaking of hurt, how's your shoulder?" he hissed, his nearly-malicious voice barely above a hushed whisper.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:11 pm
'Oh crap, I totally forgot! I need to pay attention more.' But once Sam thought about it, she realized that unless Busgy had kicked her out, she still would have given Miles the Pecha Berry. She didn't like seeing her Pokemon in so much pain. Sam held up her hands.
"Oh wow, I'm so sorry Bugsy, I totally forgot, I kind of have some memory problems every once in awhile, some things just bounce of me," she said in a rush, whatever confidence she had just had leaking away. Suddenly she felt like crying. 'Why though? Stupid mood swings, go away. This is no time to be crying.' Her internal scolding prevented her from noticing the silent command Busgy gave his Butterfree, and before she realized it, Miles had been hit by the psychic energy and had collapsed. She sighed, and recalled him. 'Well great! Now I just wasted a Pecha Berry as well. Perfect karma.' Gritting her teeth, she reached for Star's Pokeball, but stopped herself. Butterfree had the same typing as Beedrill, and would have the same weaknesses. However, it had Psychic attacks...She allowed herself a tiny grin as she released Devlin. Devlin would be immune to the Psychic attacks, and his Flying moves would be super-effective. She tried to keep a happy face on for the timid bird, who emerged almost silently. He settled on the floor, merely watching the Butterfly Pokemon.
"Okay, Devlin, I've screwed up this battle big time. Let's try and salvage it okay?" Devlin crowed in uncertain agreement. "Great, try using Drill Peck then!" Devlin leaped in the air, soaring high up, before diving towards the Butterfree, spinning freely as his beak glowed blue.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:30 pm
Kasiya could only sigh and nod, as it had indeed been the sort of answer she'd been expecting. She wanted to say something else, something to defend herself, but she couldn't think of anything. She was, in fact, quite breakable, though in truth most of the injuries she'd incurred so far on this journey had been due to her own recklessness and clumsiness. Keegan wasn't the only one who remembered well how Mai had manhandled her during the Rocket attack, as Kasiya's mind had drifted back to that very same moment. She was more surprised than anything else when Keegan suddenly grabbed her arm and twisted it, as the redhead's movements had been so fast and sudden that she barely had time for anything but a tiny little squeak of fear. She knew he wasn't using all his strength on her, as he probably would have re-dislocated her shoulder right then and there, but even a light twist like that still hurt a great deal. She inhaled sharply through her nose and whimpered, squirming a bit before finally being able to get out of Keegan's (albeit very loose) gasp. She was very much aware of the fact that she never would have been able to get free if he really hadn't wanted to let her go, as he could easily overpower her even if he was at a fraction of his regular strength.
Anger suddenly coursed through her, and in retaliation she spun around and slammed her right fist into his ribs, just below and under his shoulder, where she remembered seeing that awful bruising when she'd found him bleeding on the shower floor. "My shoulder is just fine," she snapped, spitting out the word like it were poison. "How are your ribs feeling? They still look pretty tender to me." Without waiting for a response she turned and stormed off, her anger quickly waning as it was soon replaced by fear, and of course, more tears.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:53 pm
Mia could only tell that the battle had ended once the sandstorm fell. It just collapsed. Like -snap!- and then it was gone. It fell like a shimmery, blue curtain from a magic show. Of course, Mr. Mime HAD to be the assistant! That, Mia thought confidently, that was a key factor. Either way, Jello hopped out of the hole, a little battered but still in fairly good shape. The little mess had done quite a good job, though Rhyme was probably going to throw a fit that she didn't get to star in Mia's first Gym battle.
Stripping the goggles gave Miyamaru a clear view of the arena, not obscured with a thin film of haze that the lens had forced upon her vision. "Good job Jello!" the blue haired girl cheered, returning the Tangela to her Pokeball. Another random Geodude returned to retrieve the pair of goggles that she had worn, which she dropped into his waiting hands with little hesitation.
"Thanks!" the challenger beamed as she accepted the spoils of victory. She was truly happy with the battle's outcome, despite the rough ending. Maybe this Roark guy wasn't such a bad guy after all. She could, at the very least, tell that he cared very much about his Pokemon, which made him a good guy in her book despite his haphazard manners. "I'll tell him hi!" she agreed, before waving good bye and exiting the gym with a cheerful smile covering in her face.
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The rain was pounding down, as the norm had been for the past couple of rounds. But like the last time, the rain had been letting up. And Gardenia hadn't even been able to pair the Rain Dance with Roserade's Weather Ball. Maybe soon, maybe they could land a hit on that speedy bird just before the rain let up. And then that's when Katie issued the attack Endeavor.
And Gardenia smirked. Her Pokemon were great at dodging and evading this attack would be fairly easy. The Grass leader snapped her fingers. "You know what to do Roserade!" she said, her voice ringing with authority.
The Boquet Pokemon nodded, mimicking the smirk that adorned Gardenia's lip. The pesky little bird wasn't the only one who could make clones! Roserade waited until the very last second before splitting off into five different images, each looking like the real thing, just as Noa dove in, trying to land her attack. One of the clones vanished, evaporating into nothingness, as the bird had taken it down with ease.
"Your Staravia isn't the only one who knows double Team!" Gardenia laughed, "So Katie, what's your next move?"
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Melphaligal the Challama Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:00 pm
It seemed like despite its best efforts the Gible wasn't going to be able to battle after Bidoof's last hit. The poor dragon type pokemon stumbled a little before falling down to the ground. "Oh no! You defeated our trail of love!" Milton didn't sound to sad since he was with his love. The lover hiker recalled his pokemon and headed over to the pair of them and eyed them both before smiling at them. "I can see your love for each other is true and bright!"
Robin could only not hold back her laughter as she looked at the hiker in front of her as he talked. When the man finally left Robin couldn't help but let out a long deep breath. "Well, that was fun!" Robin grinned as she clapped Jaeshan on the back again. "You did a great job Ace, I am going to need to send you back into your pokeball. Your going to need all the rest you can get since your the only defense I have right now." When the Monferno nodded Robin put him back into his pokeball before turning back to Jaeshan. "All right then! You ready to head off again?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:05 pm
“Well. You’d might as well go for it. You’ve been waiting for like. Twenty minutes,” Scarlet noted, staring at the awkwardly flopping Bellsprout. “… That’s new for you.”
Cindy smirked, rubbing her hands together, even managing to pull off a maniacal snicker. Hell, if she had a moustache, a rope, and a train, she could’ve been the villain of her own western. Needless to say, it freaked the Bellsprout out a little. Of course, ‘freaked out a little’ didn’t begin to describe the abject terror that the poor flower pokemon felt when those flames on Cindy’s back flared up, her cheeks puffed out, and smoke streamed out of her nostrils.
“B-B-BEEEEEELLSPROUT!” It screamed, waving its leaves back and forth. W-Waaaaaaaaaait!
Cindy blinked, the flames on her back retracting. She coughed up what was going to be an ember in the form of a tiny wisp of fire that fizzled out maybe a foot away. After a bit more coughing, she tilted her head to the right, staring through slitted eyes at the bellsprout that had yet to be tackled or set ablaze. “Quil.” What.
“Soooo you’re not gonna battle it?” Scarlet was lost. Poor Cindy was so excited, and now she had that angry little scowl of hers planted on her face. What followed was a series of drawn out “Beeeeeell”s and short, sharp “Quil”s. “Oh boy. I must’ve missed something important here.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:49 pm
In all honesty, Keegan was still busy trying to figure out why he'd suddenly grabbed and twisted Kasiya's arm when the girl's whimpering snapped him out of it, and he stood on the spot, staring stupidly at his own hand once she'd pulled herself free. "Kassie, I-" he started, but before he could so much as formulate the rest of his apology in his mind, she'd pivoted around and hit him, squarely in the ribs. For a split second he was only aware of an icy sensation in the damaged area, but it didn't last long and his ribs practically exploded with pain, and he dropped to his knees, both arms wrapped around himself as though it would magically cure the pain. "********... me... that hurts..." he hissed between clenched teeth. Had he really hurt her, or was she just reacting out of fear? Either way, he knew in his heart that he deserved that punch more than Kasiya would possibly ever know.
After a few moments of moaning, groaning and cursing like a sailor, he got to his feet. For a moment he considered going back to the hotel and just leaving her out here, but he soon came to the conclusion that the guilt would eat him alive. He sighed and pulled a cigarette from a fresh pack and his silver lighter from his coat pocket and lit it, having a good long drag before he headed in the same direction Kasiya had stormed off in just a few minutes earlier, silently wondering why he was the way he was.
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"Right, pay more attention," Bugsy agreed, his arms still across his chest as the girl recalled her fainted Mankey. All in all the berry hadn't made much of a difference, as Butterfree had taken the Mankey down pretty quickly, so in the young Gym Leader's mind, justice had been served. He nor his Butterfree so much as batted an eyelash or wing when the Murkrow was released. Bugsy wasn't surprised to see that his next opponent was a Flying-type, as the majority of trainers who challenged him fell back on them at some point. Not that he could blame them, as they did hold an advantage, but he was determined to prove that the advantage didn't always guarantee the win. He also figured that Sam had chosen Murkrow because its typing would render Butterfree's Confusion useless. Not that it bothered him much, though, as the Butterfly Pokemon had other attacks to rely upon.
Drill Peck, he thought, looking up at the Murkrow as it soared high into the air. "That could be trouble. Butterfree, fight back with Gust. Try to dispel some of its momentum." Bugsy's voice was back to its normal, authoritative tone as Butterfree nodded, its multifaceted eyes fixed on the Dark and Flying-type as it came nearer. With a sharp cry, the Butterfly's wings began to beat rapidly, creating a forceful blast of wind that would hopefully help to lessen the impact from the Murkrow's Drill Peck, and damage him at the same time. It seemed to help somewhat, as Butterfree was sure that sharp little beak could have been a little more damaging. With another grunt and flap of its wings, Butterfree pushed its little attacker away and drifted back, putting some distance between them. That Drill Peck had hurt, and neither it nor its trainer intended to let that happen again.
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Devlin sure has gotten tough, Miharu thought, wondering what would have happened had the Butterfree not countered with a Gust. Seeing the little Murkrow had inspired her to take out her PokeDex and check out its entry, as Sam had mentioned something about it evolving. Miharu was pretty familiar with a lot of the Pokemon native to Johto, and she didn't recall anything about the Darkness Pokemon being able to evolve. There it was though, plain as day. Honchkrow? she thought, looking from the 'Dex back up to Devlin, trying to imagine him if he were to evolve. Okay, I didn't know that one. I wonder where Sam plans to get a Dusk Stone though, it says here they're found primarily in the Sinnoh region...
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:00 pm
Sam was excited to see Devlin land that solid hit on the Butterfree. True, it had been somewhat diminished by the Gust, and Devlin had been pushed off course, and smacked into one of the trees. But he shook it off reasonably well, hovering in midair, happy with his effort. Sam's mood jumped once more, this time to being happy, much like she had felt when she had first entered the gym. She was grateful that Bugsy had let her rule breaking pass with a warning, and that Devlin was battling so strongly. She wondered if she should risk another Drill Peck. She didn't know too much about Butterfree's moves, so she tried to play it safe.
"Devlin, try using Fly! Fly up, and avoid the Butterfree!" Devlin nodded, swooping low before beating his wings to climb all the way to the roof of the Gym. He waited for the Butterfree to make a move. Sam closed her eyes. 'Thank you Miharu', she thought.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:02 pm
Train blinked at Maz’s extremely loud “well”, and then proceeded to stare as he suddenly ran out of the Pokémon Center. She turned to let Pikachu climb up onto her shoulder before remembering that she had put him inside of his PokéBall for once, and felt a little bit sad, but she wouldn’t change her mind now. She didn’t want it to seem like she was picking favourites, and it also seemed only fair to let each of them have their turn to walk around freely, though it really wouldn’t be a good idea to have multiple Pokémon out at once when they were going to be constantly moving, especially through a mountain tunnel!
She walked outside without any rush to see Maz just waiting outside of the center. She walked off to the side a bit and pulled out Oddish’s PokéBall, releasing the Grass- and Poison-type. ”It’s okay,” Train said quietly to Oddish to make sure that she wouldn’t try to run off again as she fished out food for her. Though she still looked nervous, Train noticed that she didn’t seem to be showing as much fear towards her, though she was still hesitant to eat the food that Train offered her. She wasn’t sure if this was because she had begun to grow more confident after her battle with Brock, or if she was simply starting to feel better around Train in general. Either way, Train was glad to see even the smallest improvement from the Weed Pokémon and thus reached out her hand very slowly to try and give her a pat on the head, but Oddish still winced, and Train decided simply to pick up the empty can of Pokémon Food so that she could throw it away after returning her Pokémon.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:11 pm
While their trainer was off reliving some crucial moments of her life that would probably become much more important later on, Marshall and Flora were happily enjoying themselves.
"Flora!" Sunny said happily, leading the Bayleef to a small, grassy idea. "Sun, sun, sunflora!" First up is the sprinklers, okay?
"Bay!" Flora agreed, settling in the area. Instantly, there was a gentle mist and spray of water that felt like the lightest of rains. She sighed happily, soaking up all the water.
"Woop. Woop. Woopah. Woop." Marshall thought he was playing with Buttercup, dodging her as she approached him gently. He leapt and ran and scattered about the surprisingly vast area for Pokemon.
"Sun!" Please, please, wait! Buttercup made a leap at Marshall.
"Woopah!" Marshall leapt back, but this was all part of Buttercup's master plan. The Water Fish Pokemon did not find solid ground. No, he sank right into a mud bath. "...Woop?"
"Sunflora! Flora!" There! This is where you're supposed to go first! It's only to help you relax.
Marshall certainly was relaxed now. The energetic Wooper did a little dance in the mud, before he decided to swim around and gleefully spit the stuff into the air. This was the most relaxing Mud Sport ever! He offered the Sunflora a wide grin and danced back and forth, completely soaking himself in the mud.
It was a little bit later that it was time for both to switch stations. Flora was to go to an outside portion, where the sun was directly shining in a small group of flowers. The Bayleef happily settled there and began to nap as she dried off and absorbed the lovely sunshine.
Marshall, of course, was a bit more reluctant to leave. He had taken to imitating Jaws when the Sunflora weren't looking, and using a surprise Mud Shot when they wondered where he was. They didn't particularly mind, but it sort of scared them each time. They were both concerned, however, with the Water/Ground-type's constant happiness. He hadn't gotten the least bit bored.
"Woopah," Marshall finally said as he wass led to the sprinklers. A good watering do wonders to him! So he began to run around in circles as the sprinklers did their thing, washing off the mud and refreshing him overall.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 10:19 pm
There is a monster out there! It is powerful! And it keeps defeating our kind! Please! You must help us! The Bellsprout waved its leaves around to enunciate its point. Its mouth… Flower opening… Thing… Curved downward in a sad pout. If it had an actual face, perhaps Cindy would sympathize more. Still. It looked really desperate.
What? Some Weepinbell? A rogue Rattata? Cindy was a little intrigued. Something terrorizing these things might be fun to fight. Not that beating up Bellsprout was a tricky job. All these bellsprout tended to do was shamelessly beat people with plant whips. Which never really hurt as much as they seemed to hope. Then again, it probably had something to do with her being almost constantly on fire.
The gas ball. They usually come out at night. This one attacks us during the day, when we are in control of the tower. It dropped to its knees, bringing its leaves together. Begging. Please… We saw your battle with the Scratch Cat. You can defeat the gas ball too.
Cindy pondered it for a moment. Gas ball… Gas… They were after something like that anyway. Sure. Kay. Why not.
While the two had their little discussion, Scarlet was busy plotting out the rest of his team. He needed a water type, an electric type, maybe a dark type, maybe a grass type… Or a ground type. Those might be fun. He managed to ignore every bark, every one of the bellsprout’s name calls. In fact, he was kind of zoned out. At least until he felt a tug on his pant leg. With a blink, Scarlet looked down at his Cyndaquil. “Yo?”
“Cynda! Cyndaquil!” She pointed at another ladder, before breaking off in a full sprint, leaving the bellsprout standing off to the side.
Scarlet looked down at the Bellsprout, shrugged, waved, and followed.
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